Blinded by the light.

I discovered on Saturday that I've officially lost my sunglasses.

I've had that same pair for almost 3 or 4 years, now. I can't remember where I bought them. I liked them. A lot. They fit my head. And were dark enough to allow me to check out all of the lovely ladies on the train, without creeping them out.

Alas, they're gone. And a full on toss of my apartment did nothing to locate them.

I'll have to pick up another pair. Whenever I get around to it. I hate replacing things that I genuinely liked. I feel like an old friend has gone away. Lord, but sometimes I get retarded attached to things.

Until then, if you see me making this face when we meet, it's because the sun is too bright for my delicate sensibilities and not because I'm wishing you would go away.